Semiretired mob guy Eddie DeCooch is caught trafficking contraband cigarettes through Trenton, New Jersey. When DeCooch fails to show for a court appearance, bond enforcement agent Stephanie Plum is assigned the task of finding him and dragging his decrepit ass back to jail. Not such an easy job, it turns out, since DeCooch has learned a lot of tricks over the years and isn't afraid to use his gun. He's already shot Loretta Ricci, an innocent old lady, and left her for worm food in his shed. He wouldn't mind shooting Stephanie next.
Likeable losers (and Steph's former high school classmates) Walter "MoonMan" Dunphy and Dougie "The Dealer" Kruper have inadvertently become involved with DeCooch. They've gotten sucked into an operation that is much more than simple cigarette smuggling and holds risks far greater than anyone could have imagined.
When Dougie disappears, Steph goes into search mode. When Mooner disappears, she calls in the heavy artillery and asks master bounty hunter Ranger for help. Ranger's price for the job? One night with Stephanie, dusk to dawn. Not information she's want to share with her sometime live-in roommate, vice cop Joe Morelli,
A typical dilemma in the world of Plum.
And on the homefront, Stephanie's "perfect" sister, Valerie, has decided to move back to Trenton, bringing her two kids from hell with her. Grandma Mazur is asking questions about being a lesbian, and Bob, the bulimic dog, is eating everything in sightincluding the furniture.
Mud wrestling, motorcycles, fast cars, fast food, and fast men. It's Seven Up. Absolutely Janet Evanovich at her very best.
About the Author
Hometown:Hanover, New Hampshire
Date of Birth:April 22, 1943
Place of Birth:South River, New Jersey
Education:B.A., Douglass College, 1965
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I knew something bad was going to happen when Vinnie called me into his private office. Vinnie is my boss and my cousin. I read on a bathroom stall door once that Vinnie humps like a ferret. I'm not sure what that means, but it seemsreasonable since Vinnie looks like a ferret. His ruby pinky ring reminded me of treasures found in Seaside Park arcade claw-machines. He was wearing a black shirt and black tie, his receding black hair was slicked back, casino pit boss style. His facial expression was tuned to not happy.
I looked across the desk at him and tried not to grimace. "Now what?"
"I got a job for you," Vinnie said. "I want you to find that ratfink Eddie DeChooch, and I want you to drag his boney ass back here. He got tagged smuggling a truckload of bootleg cigarettes up from Virginia and he missed his court date."
I rolled my eyes so far into the top of my head I could see hair growing. "I'm not going after Eddie DeChooch. He's old, and he kills people, and he's dating my grandmother."
"He hardly ever kills people anymore," Vinnie said. "He has cataracts. Last time he tried to shoot someone he emptied a clip into an ironing board."
Vinnie owns and operates Vincent Plum Bail Bonds in Trenton, New Jersey. When someone is accused of a crime, Vinnie gives the court a cash bond, the court releases the accused until trial, and Vinnie hopes to God the accused shows up for court. If the accused decides to forgo the pleasure of his court date, Vinnie is out a lot of money unless I can find the accused and bring him back into the system. My name is Stephanie Plum and I'm a bond enforcement officer ... aka bounty hunter. I took the job when times were lean and not even the fact that I graduated in the top ninety-eight percent of my college class could get me a better position. The economy has since improved and there's no good reason why I'm still tracking down bad guys except that it annoys my mother and I don't have to wear panty hose to work.
"I'd give this to Ranger, but he's out of the country," Vinnie said. "So that leaves you."
Ranger is a soldier of fortune kind of guy who sometimes works as a bounty hunter. He's very good ... at everything. And he's scary as hell. "What's Ranger doing out of the country? And 0 what do you mean by out of the country? Asia? South America? Miami?"
"He's making a pickup for me in Puerto Rico." Vinnie shoved a file folder across his desk. "Here's the bond agreement on DeChooch and your authorization to capture. He's worth fifty thousand to me ... five thousand to you. Go over to DeChooch's house and find out why he pulled a no-show on his hearing yesterday. Connie called and there was no answer. Christ, he could be dead on his kitchen floor. Going out with your grandma's enough to kill anyone."
Vinnie's office is on Hamilton, which at first glance might not seem like the best location for a bail bonds office. Most bail bonds offices are across from the jail. The difference with Vinnie is that many of the people he bonds out are either relatives or neighbors and live just off Hamilton in the Burg. I grew up in the Burg and my parents still live there. It's really a very safe neighborhood as Burg criminals are always careful to do their crimes elsewhere. Well okay, Jimmy Curtains once walked Two Toes Garibaldi out of his house in his pajamas and drove him to the landfill ... but still, the actual whacking didn't take place in the Burg. And the guys they found buried in the basement of the candy store on Ferris Street weren't from the Burg so you can't really count them as a statistic.
Connie Rosolli looked up when I came out of Vinnie's office. Connie is the office manager. Connie keeps things running while Vinnie is off springing miscreants and/or fornicating with barnyard animals. Connie had her hair teased up to about three times the size of her head. She was wearing a pink V-neck sweater that molded to boobs that belonged on a much larger woman and a short black knit skirt that would have fit a much smaller woman.
Connie's been with Vinnie since he first started the business. She's stuck it out this long because she puts up with nothing and on exceptionally bad days she helps herself to combat pay from the petty cash.
She did a face scrunch when she saw I had a file in my hand. "You aren't actually going out after Eddie DeChooch, are you?"
"I'm hoping he's dead."
Lula was slouched on the faux leather couch that had been shoved against a wall and served as the holding pen for bondees and their unfortunate relatives. Lula and the couch were almost identical shades of brown with the exception of Lula's hair which happened to be cherry red today.
I always feel sort of anemic when I stand next to Lula. I'm a third generation American of Italian-Hungarian heritage. I have my mother's pale skin and blue eyes and good metabolism which allows me to eat birthday cake and still (almost always) button the top snap on my Levi's. From my father's side of the family I've inherited a lot of unmanageable brown hair and a penchant for Italian hand gestures. On my own, on a good day with a ton of mascara and four-inch heels, I can attract some attention. Next to Lula I'm wallpaper.
"I'd offer to help drag his behind back to jail," Lula said. "You could probably use the help of a plus-size woman like me. But too bad I don't like when they're dead. Dead creeps me out."
"Well, I don't actually know if he's dead," I said.
"Good enough for me," Lula said. "Sign me up. If he's alive I get to kick some sorry-ass butt, and if he's dead ... I'm outta there."
Lula talks tough, but the truth is we're both pretty wimpy when it comes to actual butt kicking. Lula was a ho in a former life and is now doing filing for Vinnie. Lula was as good at ho'ing as she is at filing ... and she's not much good at filing.
"Maybe we should wear vests," I said.
Lula took her purse from a bottom file drawer. "Suit yourself, but I'm not wearing no Kevlar vest. We don't got one big enough and besides it'd ruin my fashion statement."
I was wearing jeans and a T-shirt and didn't have much of a fashion statement to make so I took a vest from the back room.
"Hold on," Lula said when we got to the curb, "what's this?"
"I bought a new car."
"Well dang, girl, you did good. This here's an excellent car."
It was a black Honda CR-V and the payments were killing me. I'd had to make a choice between eating and looking cool and looking cool had won out. Well hell, there's a price for everything, right?
"Where we going?" Lula asked, settling in next to me. "Where's this dude live?"
"We're going to the Burg. Eddie DeChooch lives three blocks from my parents' house."
"He really dating your grandma?"
"She ran into him at a viewing two weeks ago at Stiva's Funeral Home and they went out for pizza after."
"Think they did the nasty?"
I almost ran the car up on the sidewalk. "No! Yuck!"
"Just asking," Lula said.
DeChooch lives in a small brick duplex. Seventy-something Angela Marguchi and her ninety-something mother live in one half of the house and DeChooch lives in the other. I parked in front of the DeChooch half and Lula and I walked to the door. I was wearing the vest and Lula was wearing a stretchy animal-print top and yellow stretch pants. Lula is a big woman and tends to test the limits of Lycra.
"You go ahead and see if he's dead," Lula said. "And then if it turns out he's not dead you let me know and I'll come kick his ass."
"Hunh," she said, lower lip stuck out. "You think I couldn't kick his ass?"
"You might want to stand to the side of the door," I said. "Just in case."
"Good idea," Lula said, stepping aside, "I'm not afraid or anything, but I'd hate to get blood stains on this top."
I rang the bell and waited for an answer. I rang a second time. "Mr. DeChooch?" I yelled. Angela Marguchi stuck her head out her door. She was half a foot shorter than me, white-haired and bird-boned, a cigarette rammed between thin lips, eyes narrowed from smoke and age. "What's all this racket?"
"I'm looking for Eddie."
She looked more closely and her mood brightened when she recognized me. "Stephanie Plum. Goodness, haven't seen you in a while. I heard you were pregnant by that vice cop, Joe Morelli."
"A vicious rumor."
"What about DeChooch," Lula asked Angela. "He been around?"
"He's in his house," Angela said. "He never goes anywhere anymore. He's depressed. Won't talk or nothing."
"He's not answering his door."
"He don't answer his phone either. Just go in. He leaves the door unlocked. Says he's waiting for someone to come shoot him and put him out of his misery."
"Well that isn't us," Lula said. "'Course if he was willing to pay for it I might know someone ... "
I carefully opened Eddie's door and stepped into the foyer. "Mr. DeChooch?"
f0The voice came from the living room to my right. The shades were drawn and the room was dark. I squinted in the direction of the voice.
"It's Stephanie Plum, Mr. DeChooch. You missed your court date and Vinnie is worried about you."
"I'm not going to court," DeChooch said. "I'm not going anywhere."
I moved further into the room and spotted him sitting in a chair in the corner. He was a wiry little guy with white rumpled hair. He was wearing an undershirt and boxer shorts and black socks with black shoes.
"What's with the shoes?" Lula asked.
DeChooch looked down. "My feet got cold."
"How about if you finish getting dressed and we take you to reschedule," I said.
"What are you, hard of hearing? I told you, I'm not going anywhere. Look at me. I'm in a depression."
"Maybe you're in a depression on account of you haven't got any pants on," Lula said. "Sure would make me feel happier if I didn't have to worry about seeing your Mr. Geezer hanging out of your boxer shorts."
"You don't know nothing," DeChooch said. "You don't know what it's like to be old and not to be able to do anything right anymore."
"Yeah, I wouldn't know about that," Lula said.
What Lula and I knew about was being young and not doing anything right. Lula and I never did anything right.
"What's that you're wearing?" DeChooch asked me. "Christ, is that a bulletproof vest? See, now that's so fucking insulting. That's like saying I'm not smart enough to shoot you in the head."
"She just figured since you took out that ironing board it wouldn't hurt to be careful," Lula said.
"The ironing board! That's all I hear about. A man makes one mistake and that's all anybody ever talks about." He made a dismissive hand gesture. "Ah hell, who am I trying to kid. I'm a has-been. You know what I got arrested for? I got arrested for smuggling cigarettes up from Virginia. I can't even smuggle cigarettes anymore." He hung his head. "I'm a loser. A fuckin' loser. I should shoot myself."
"Maybe you just had some bad luck," Lula said. "I bet next time you try to smuggle something it works out fine."
"I got a bum prostate," DeChooch said. "I had to stop to take a leak. That's where they caught me ...at the rest stop."
"Don't seem fair," Lula said.
"Life isn't fair. There isn't nothing fair about life. All my life I've worked hard and I've had all these ...achievements. And now I'm old and what happens? I get arrested taking a leak. It's goddamn embarrassing."
His house was decorated with no special style in mind. Probably it had been furnished over the years with whatever fell off the truck. There was no Mrs. DeChooch. She'd passed away years ago. So far as I knew there'd never been any little DeChooches.
"Maybe you should get dressed," I said. "We really need to go downtown."
"Why not," DeChooch said. "Don't make no difference where I sit. Could just as well be downtown as here." He stood, gave a dejected sigh, and shuffled to the stairs stoop-shouldered. He turned and looked at us. "Give me a minute."
The house was a lot like my parents' house. Living room in front, dining room in the middle, and kitchen overlooking a narrow backyard. Upstairs there'd be three small bedrooms and a bathroom.
Lula and I sat in the stillness and darkness, listening to DeChooch walking around above us in his bedroom.
"He should have smuggled Prozac instead of cigarettes," Lula said. "He could have popped a few."
"What he should do is get his eyes fixed," I said. "My Aunt Rose was operated on for cataracts and now she can see again."
"Yeah, if he got his eyes fixed he could probably shoot a lot more people. I bet that'd cheer him up."
Okay, maybe he shouldn't get his eyes fixed.
Lula looked toward the stairs. "What's he doing up there? How long does it take to put a pair of pants on?"
"Maybe he can't find them."
"You think he's that blind?"
"Come to think of it, I don't hear him moving around," Lula said. "Maybe he fell asleep. Old people do that a lot."
I went to the stairs and yelled up at DeChooch. "Mr. DeChooch? Are you okay?"
I yelled again.
"Oh boy," Lula said.
I took the stairs two at a time. DeChooch's bedroom door was closed so I rapped on it hard. "Mr. DeChooch?" Still no answer.
I opened the door and looked inside. Empty. The bathroom was empty and the other two bedrooms were empty. No DeChooch.
"What's going on?" Lula called up.
"DeChooch isn't here."
Lula and I searched the house. We looked under beds and in closets. We looked in the cellar and the garage. DeChooch's closets were filled with clothes. His toothbrush was still in the bathroom. His car was asleep in the garage.
"This is too weird," Lula said. "How could he have gotten past us. We were sitting right in his front room. We would have seen him sneak by."
We were standing in the backyard and I cut my eyes to the second story. The bathroom window was directly above the flat roof that sheltered the back door leading from the kitchen to the yard. Just like my parents' house. When I was in high school I used to sneak out that window late at night so I could hang with my friends. My sister Valerie, the perfect daughter, never did such a thing.
"He could have gone out the window," I said. "He wouldn't have had a far drop either because he's got those two garbage cans pushed against the house."
"Well he's got some nerve acting all old and feeble and goddamned depressed and then soon as we turn our back he goes and jumps out a window. I'm telling you, you can't trust nobody anymore."
"He snookered us."
I went into the house, searched the kitchen and with minimum effort found a set of keys. I tried one of the keys on the front door. Perfect. I locked the house and pocketed the keys. It's been my experience that sooner or later, everyone comes home. And when DeChooch does come home he might decide to shut the house up tight.
I knocked on Angela's door and asked if she wasn't by any chance harboring Eddie DeChooch. She claimed she hadn't seen him all day, so I left her with my card and gave instructions to call me if DeChooch turned up.
Lula and I got into the CR-V, I cranked the engine over and an image of DeChooch's keys floated to the forefront of my brain. House key, car key ...and a third key. I took the key ring out of my purse and looked at it.
"What do you suppose this third key is for?" I asked Lula.
"It's one of them Yale locks that you put on gym lockers and sheds and stuff."
"Do you remember seeing a shed?"
"I don't know. I guess I wasn't paying attention to that. You think he could be hiding in a shed along with the lawn mower and weed whacker?"
I shut the engine off and we got out of the car and returned to the backyard.
"I don't see a shed," Lula said. "I see a couple garbage cans and a garage. We peered into the dim garage, for the second time.
"Nothing in there but the car," Lula said.
We walked around the garage to the rear and found the shed.
"Yeah, but it's locked," Lula said. "He'd have to be Houdini to get himself in there and then lock it from the outside. And on top of that this shed smells real bad."
I shoved the key in the lock and the lock popped open.
"Hold on," Lula said. "I vote we leave this shed locked. I don't want to know what's smelling up this shed."
I yanked at the handle, the door to the shed swung wide, and Loretta Ricci stared out at us, mouth open, eyes unseeing, five bullet holes in the middle of her chest. She was sitting on the dirt floor, her back propped against the corrugated metal wall, her hair white from a dose of lime that wasn't doing much to stop the destruction that follows death.
"Shit, that ain't no ironing board," Lula said.
I slammed the door shut, snapped the lock in place and put some distance between me and the shed. I told myself I wasn't going to throw up and took a bunch of deep breaths. "You were right," I said. "I shouldn't have opened the shed."
"You never listen to me. Now look what we got. All on account of you had to be nosy. Not only that, but I know what's gonna happen next. You're gonna call the police and we're gonna be tied up all day. If you had any sense you'd pretend you didn't see nothing and we'd go get some fries and a Coke. I could really use some fries and a Coke."
I handed her the keys to my car. "Get yourself some food, but make sure you're back in a half hour. I swear, if you abandon me I'll send the police out after you."
"Boy, that really hurts. When did I ever abandon you?"
"You abandon me all the time!"
"Hunh," Lula said.
I flipped my cell phone open and called the police. Within minutes I could hear the blue-and-white pull up in front of the house. It was Carl Costanza and his partner Big Dog.
"When the call came in, I knew it had to be you," Carl said to me. "It's been almost a month since you found a body. I knew you were due."
"I don't find that many bodies!"
"Hey," Big Dog said, "is that a Kevlar vest you're wearing?"
"Brand new, too," Costanza said. "Not even got any bullet holes in it."
Trenton cops are top of the line, but their budget isn't exactly Beverly Hills. If you're a Trenton cop you hope Santa will bring you a bulletproof vest because vests are funded primarily with miscellaneous grants and donations and don't automatically come with the badge.
I'd removed the house key from DeChooch's key ring and had it safely tucked away in my pocket. I gave the two remaining keys to Costanza. "Loretta Ricci is in the shed. And she's not looking too good."
I knew Loretta Ricci by sight but that was about it. She lived in the Burg and was widowed. I'd put her age around sixty-five. I saw her sometimes at Giovichinni's Meat Market ordering lunch meat.
Vinnie leaned forward in his chair and narrowed his eyes at Lula and me. "What do you mean you lost DeChooch?"
"It wasn't our fault," Lula said. "He was sneaky."
"Well hell," Vinnie said, "I wouldn't expect you to be able to catch someone who was sneaky."
"Hunh," Lula said. "Your ass."
"Dollars to doughnuts he's at his social club," Vinnie said.
It used to be there were a lot of powerful social clubs in the Burg. They were powerful because numbers were run out of them. Then Jersey legalized gambling and pretty soon the local numbers industry was in the toilet. There are only a few social clubs left in the Burg now and the members all sit around reading Modern Maturity and comparing pacemakers.
"I don't think DeChooch is at his social club," I told Vinnie. "We found Loretta Ricci dead in DeChooch's tool shed, and I think DeChooch is on his way to Rio."
Copyright © 2001 by Evanovich, Inc.
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I have read Seven on Top three times. That should tell you more than you need to know about me. I love Janet Evanovich for the same reason I dislike so many other of her contemporaries: she doesn't write with pretense, she doesn't pretend she's writing heavy-duty, 'thinking person's' mysteries (see Tami Hoag or even Stephen King). Stephanie Plum is really such a wonderful character, and such an endearing loser-trying-not-to-be-a-loser. I identify with her, and I suspect a lot of others do as well. Evanovich is such a marvel at creating seemingly simple characters, but giving them real 'life' on the page through the pure magic of dialogue. Look at DeChooch in this book -- you know this guy just by the way he talks. You know his pals Ziggy and Benny are washed-up wise guys who are just trying to do that famous honorable thing. Mooner is memorable, grandma Mazur is a hoot, as usual the perfect Valerie marvelous Lula (what would the series be without Lula?). These characters and many more come to life through Evanovich's simple prose and dynamite dialogue. All of us, I think, know or have known people like this. I've read all of Evanovich's books, and they're wonderful. I even like Ranger, Trenton's version of a one-line western Gary Cooper. In this seventh novel, the evil women lurking in the background are really kind of scary. I like the way Evanovich writes: it's smooth, seamless, deceptive. She is very funny, yet we tend to forget that this kind of laugh-out-loud funny is extremely difficult to do. Just try it sometime if you doubt it. I can imagine that wildly funny and ancient grandma Mazur in my mind, that bag of bones with the innocent yet blunt mouth ('his penis is kinda dead'). She's so 'real,' as so many other Evanovich characters are 'real'. I knew a crazy woman like grandma Mazur when I was a kid: she would hang around funeral homes and get royally pissed off over a closed casket. And yes: she was once caught trying to pry one open. Even Evanovich's dog Bob is hilarious. And what hero has a hamster for a pet? Janet's a terrifically imaginative writer with a natural gift for humor, and in Stephanie Plum she has created an indelible hero(ine) who just stays with you. The reader is pulling for Stephanie all the way. We want her to succeed. She's so vulnerable, but so honest, decent and hard-working. She's always at odds with herself, wondering what her next move should be. I love characters like that. Life ain't easy, and Stephanie knows it. We can really identify with someone who is so flawed. If we look closely at ourselves, we too are decent, honest, etc., but we too are flawed. Stephanie always tries to do her best, and so does her creator, Evanovich. Can't understand why Plum hasn't been made into a movie. She's even ideal material for a tv series. Evanovich now faces the same problem so many other writers face: her own success. When you create a great character (and group of characters), where do you go from here? I love Evanovich's books, and I look forward to no. 11 in the continuing round of Plum (mis)adventures.
This is my second go round with this collection. I read it about 2 years ago. I could hardly get off the floor I laughed so hard. I feel she could have left out Valerie and the kids, they really did nothing to help the book. Of course the competition between Morelli and Ranger gets hotter and hotter. I can't decide which I like better, they are both so hot. Stephanie is the most hilarious accident prone, misfortunate bounty hunter who if she didn't have bad luck she'd have no luck at all. Start from book one and wear a diaper because I guarantee you will pee your pants.
Best in the series so far. I have to agree with one reviewer that there seemed to be too many nonessential characters thrown in which made it somewhat confusing at times. Stephanie's character is evolving and seems to have matured some. At least she doesn't act like a total fool all the time in this book. She's still a terrible bounty hunter but that seems to be part of her charm. Great for story telling but unbelievable in a real life scenario.
Everything you would expect out of Stephanie Plum. Its nice toread a book you knowwill make you smile and then it delivers.
There are way too many twists and non- essential people thrown into this story for it to make any sense. Not one of her best.
The audio is just not the same without CJ Critt narrating.
More of the same. I don't know how she affords car insurance. Now it's Ranger. These goofy novels suit my night shift brain. The mysteries are not too complicated, but not bad, either.
Seventh in this wonderfully funny series!
I enjoyed the relationship focus of this one. The love triangle is so well drawn, and fun to foillow along. Oh yeah, there's a mystery somewhere. With an old man who's annoying.
Stephanie goes after an old man who is wanted for questioning in a murder case - he's trying to recover a heart he cut out.
This was not a favorite in the series. I will continue to read the series as I truly enjoy Janet Evanovich. This book seemed to drag and wander in spots.
It made me giggle, but Seven Up is probably my least favorite Stephanie Plum book so far. I'm over the whole Morelli/Ranger rivalry; she should just pick Morelli or dump them both. The book has its moments - like Mooner's unveiling of the Super Suit - but overall it just isn't up to the standards of the previous books. Nevertheless, it's still fun and entertaining and I'll definitely keep reading this series.
Seven Up by Janet Evanovich is the seventh book in the Stephanie Plum series. I do enjoy coming back to this series and hanging out with the characters for a few days. In Seven Up, Stephanie is on the hunt for old Eddie DeChooch. He's a slippery old guy who likes to shoot at Stephanie. While looking for him, she has to locate her missing friends Dougie and Mooner.It's a fun book, with a ton of humor and ridiculous situations. It's exactly the kind of book to read when you just need to be entertained. Plus there is the whole triangle between Stephanie, Morelli, and Ranger. It just gets more intriguing.
Completely over the top, Evanovich does it again. In another crazy adventure, Stephanie Plum is after Eddie Dechooch while dealing with her new lovable pot-head friends who think they're super heroes who are kidnapped along with crazy Grandma Mazur. Not to mention having her recently divorced sister and two girls move back into her parent's small row house and there's a wedding dress waiting for her to decide whether she wants to marry hot cop, on-again off-again boyfriend Joe Morelli or be with the sexy Latino bounty hunter Ranger who she calls in to help with her case.
I really love the Stephanie Plum series. The only problem is that I don't remember the plot line from one book to the next. It's just not that memorable.In Seven Up, I like the fact that Mooner and Dougie are still around from Hot Six. Usually, secondary characters do not come back from one book to the next. Easy and enjoyable read overall!
These just keep being laugh-out-loud funny. Nothing really new, but good for a few hours when you just need something light and unfailingly entertaining. I didn't think this was the strongest of the books so far, but worth it for what it is. Where do you suppose she gets her auto insurance?
Another great addition to the series. Well, Morelli and Stephanie are getting married or aren't getting married.. Not so sure, with this on again off again relationship. I love the way Stephanie gets even with Joyce by allowing Bob the dog to do his business on her lawn. Boy did she ever have a hard time catching her Older FTA Eddie DeChooch in this one. And the heart incident.. What a hoot.. I don't know where she comes up with these stories but they sure do have a lot of twists and turns and funny too.
Seven Up keeps up Stephanie Plum's track record of the worst and luckiest bounty hunter in the USA. Her FTA this time - an old man in his 80's who got busted bootlegging a truckload of cigarettes from Virginia to Jersey. Why did he jump and run? becuase someone got ticked off at him due to a misunderstanding. Which lead to the removal of a heart of a dead guy in Virginia. where does this lead? The kidnapping of 2 od Stephanies friends, plus her Grandma. Her sister is back from LA - and claiming since her husband left her and the kids for the babysitter that she's now a lesbian. And of course this is all wrapped up in a good mystery with as many twists and turns as there is humor in it, and I laughed most of the way thru the book, much to my wife's annoyance.
I thought the story line wandered around aimlessly in this one. There didn't seem to be much focus in the plot.
This was the first Stephanie Plum book I ever read, and it instantly hooked me on the series. Hilarious and sexy at the same time, I had a grand ole time reading this.
I have been reading like a maniac. In the last week I've read all the way to Seven Up in Janet Evanovich's Stephanie Plum series. I am enjoying these books for the romance contained within. Right now I'm seriously rooting for Ranger, but three books ago it was Morelli. I guess you could say, I'm as confused as Stephanie Plum over which of the heroes I like best. I tend to read more books in the romance genre because of that tendency to root for the guy to get the girl, and it is a huge part of why I'm enjoying this series. Seven Up has been one of my favorites as far as the mystery plot. This story was chock full of interesting characters in hilarious situations. What will Janet Evanovich come up with next? I'm finding out. I'm already one hundred pages into Hard Eight.
Fun, fasting moving book with interesting characters and story lines
I enjoyed the relationship focus of this one. The love triangle is so well drawn, and fun to foillow along. Oh yeah, there's a mystery somewhere. With an old man who's annoying.
Stephanie Plum tries to bring in an aging mobster and makes a deal with Ranger that will leave her in his debt.
Not as good as 4 (which is my favorite of the series so far) but better than the last few I've read! Not only is it good, but it has me wondering what Stephanie's life will lead to next!